There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed – Hemingway. What do words mean to you? If words become something tangible from our minds onto a book or screen for an audience to enjoy, then perhaps there is no limit to writing. It’s purely subjective. Is there … Read more
In 1946, the first diamond in South Africa was discovered by two children playing on their family farm. The children often collected rocks from the river to play with. A man, suspecting that the rock was a diamond, offered to buy it from the children’s parents, but not knowing its value and passing it over … Read more
We fall and rise again, fighting between light and darkness. We grow up fascinated by the ink figures around us, intimidated by their deep contrast, fierce height and black smiles. So we mimic and stretch ourselves, wanting to be like them. One day, we realise that the ink figures are easily extinguished when strong light … Read more
Breathe in. Breathe out. Blood and oxygen. Life. Close your eyes, listen to that beat. With each passing second, the full magic of existence flows through you, yet we are often untuned. Disconnected. Connected to the wrong things at the wrong time and to the wrong people, wedged between our love for working ourselves sick … Read more
The night gives herself to me like the ocean does the moon.My pen gravitates towards the indigo lights strung together around her neck like sapphires…What would you like to see this time? She asks. And each time, my answer is the same. The other side, I reply.Knowing full well the price of dreams, and the … Read more